You wake up in your bed. Good morning new world

As you finish your breakfast, you hear a car horn beeping outside. It's 7 am on a Saturday morning, and somehow that only means one thing - your sugar daddy, the tall and handsome black man from last night's party, is here to pick you up for your date. You quickly grab your bag with some essentials and head out of the door, running downstairs and towards his luxurious sports car.

You approach the driver's side window and see him smiling at you, dark eyes sparkling behind sunglasses. His white toothy grin seems impossibly bright against his tanned skin. "Good morning, beautiful," he purrs in a deep baritone voice before rolling down the window further. "Hop in."

You get into the passenger seat and buckle up, inhaling the leathery scent that comes off of him as you sit there admiring

"Well," he says, looking over at you with a sly grin. "I thought we could spend the morning shopping for some new clothes together. You know, something to make you even more irresistible." He winks and pulls the car out of the driveway.

As the city streets slide past, he reaches over to take your hand in his large, calloused one. "And then maybe," he continues, "we can head back to my place for a little rest before hitting up this charity ball I was invited to tonight? I've been wanting to show you off."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. It's like being with him is its own unique kind of high - addictive and euphoric all at once. You can already feel the excitement building within you as you imagine what sort of adventures this day might bring.

His chest swells with pride at your words as he squeezes your hand a little tighter. "You're damn right I am," he murmurs before turning his attention back to the road. "Any preferences for where we should shop?"

As you look around, trying to decide, you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. There's something almost predatory about it - but not in a bad way. It makes you shiver with desire.

Chuckling, he glances back at you briefly before taking another long look in the rearview mirror. "Well then," he says with a smirk. "I think it's only fair to let my navigator decide."

You watch as he pulls into the parking lot of one of the trendiest shopping centers in town, finding an empty spot near the entrance. The second his car comes to a stop, he's already reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt before turning off the engine and hopping out.

"Come on," he urges, holding out his hand once more. "Let's go find you some new things."

Hand in hand, you make your way through the busy shopping center. People stare as you walk by; some look envious, others downright hostile. You don't pay them any mind though - all that matters is being with him.

He guides you through various stores, helping you try on outfits and offering his opinion on what looks best. After an hour or so of shopping, he finally leads you to the counter at one of the most exclusive boutiques in the mall. A saleswoman glances up as you approach and gives him a knowing nod before hurrying over with her bag of goodies.

"Sir," she says sweetly, her gaze flickering briefly between the two of you. "Is there anything I can help you find today?"

Your sugar daddy leans in close to whisper something into her ear before nodding with a satisfied grin. She blushes prettily and turns back to you, eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my goodness," she breathes, fumbling through her items. "We have the perfect dress for you!"

She holds up a garment bag revealing a stunning, form-fitting red dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. It has a plunging neckline that shows off ample cleavage and ends just above your knees, baring your toned legs. The material is stretchy yet figure-hugging, accentuating your curvy hips and ass. You can already feel yourself getting wet at the thought of wearing it later on tonight under his hungry gaze.

"Try it on," he urges, squeezing your hand again. "I

You head into the dressing room, eager to see how it looks on you. The moment you slip it over your head, you know it's going to be perfect - the deep red color contrasts beautifully with your pale complexion and makes your eyes seem more vibrant than ever before. You smooth out any wrinkles in the fabric and take a step forward, admiring yourself in the mirror.

"Oh my God," the saleswoman breathes from outside of the dressing room. "It looks incredible!"

You turn around to see your sugar daddy leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on you like he's starving. His pupils are dilated and his chest rises and falls quickly with each shallow breath. You can feel him staring at every inch of your exposed skin, from your bare shoulders down to your painted toenails.

"It's perfect," he whispers

Grabbing a black choker from the counter, he walks over to you and fastens it around your neck before sliding his hands up underneath the dress. His rough fingers skim over your collarbone, teasing you as he reaches around to the back of the choker, knotting it in place.

"Now I've really got something to look forward to tonight," he murmurs into your ear before kissing your neck, making you shiver with desire. "Come on, let's head home."

Taking your hand once more, he leads you out of the store and back to his car. The entire ride there, all you can focus on is how good it feels to be so close to him, his skin against yours, your bodies molded together like two halves of a whole. It's intoxicating, addictive - everything you ever wanted and more.

When you finally reach his house, he leads you inside with an intense hunger in his eyes that makes your heart race. He practically drags you up the stairs to his bedroom and kicks the door shut behind them, pushing you against the wall and kissing you deeply, their tongues tangling as they grind against each other.

His free hand slides down between your legs, finding you already wet from anticipation. He rubs circles over your clit, teasing and taunting until you're practically begging for release. Finally, with a growl of satisfaction, he pushes two fingers inside of you, stretching you to the limit as he finger-fucks you against the wall.

"Mmm," he groans, pumping his fingers in and out roughly. "You're so tight..." His other hand wanders up, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your

bosom. He squeezes gently, rolling his thumb over your nipple before pinching and twisting. Your breath hitches in your throat as pleasure courses through you like wildfire. The sound of it only seems to excite him more, his fingers moving faster and harder inside of you, his other hand traveling lower now...

His thumb brushes against the small strip of lace covering your wetness, parting it easily. With a groan of triumph, he pushes into you, thrusting his thick cock deep into your tight body for the first time all day. You cry out, arching your back as every inch of him stretches you to capacity.

He grinds against you, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with each passing moment. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still while his movements grow rougher, angrier. With a primal grow

With one powerful thrust, he releases himself deep inside of you, his cock twitching as hot cum spurts into your womb. You feel him shudder with pleasure against your back, still buried to the hilt in your body. His hands relax slightly as he catches his breath, only to grab fistfuls of your hair and pull your head back roughly so that you're forced to meet his gaze.

"Don't ever forget who you belong to," he growls, eyes blazing with desire. "I own you now, sweetheart." And as you stare up at him, helplessly entranced by the power and dominance in his voice and his body, you realize that he couldn't be more right. You are his now - and there's no going back from this.

His grip on your hair tightens as he roughly slams into you over and over again. You feel him grow harder inside of you with each thrust, his rhythm becoming more savage by the second. His free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipple between his fingers while he fucks you senseless.

With a hoarse cry, he comes again, this time pulsing hotly inside of you until there's nothing left but air and emptiness where once there was flesh and desire. His body goes limp against yours as he finally releases you from his grasp, collapsing heavily onto the bed beside you.

For a moment, silence reigns. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he rolls over and switches off the lamp before pulling the covers up over both of your bodies. In the dark, you can feel him wrapping an arm around your waist